Yĕ Yĕ resides in Stroud, England. She is the co-founder of Poetry Lab Shanghai and has so far had two collections of bilingual poetry published. Some of her words can be found on Voice & Verse Poetry Magazine, Alluvium and All Tomorrow's Poets 2023 among other places.
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the spring at the waist of march the plummeting
left resurrections bloom like missiles airtight lies
are the carcass of a festival on the internet using
languages to pursue freedom from a lockdown in
the quietude only the black delight fast-pressing a
length snapped over and over again people shrink
into a lump of secrets faintly spilled across spring
til it fattens into a pail of seasons drowned to live
Guess No More
Silver edged guesses.
They are talking like clouds
lingering at the heart of the sunset, and
have finally started asking the same questions.
About leaving.
You probably prefer going back to your home country then?
Your mother should be rather pleased about your return?
Oh aren't you happy now.
Like two wild rivers.
The hidden rhetoric runs like an exiled tear.
Answers roam in the air, gradually sedimenting
into a pearl-less shell in which whatever you say sounds
like a lie. Oh the pressure in those questions. Feels
like something hardening before making a sudden leap.
Out of all of us.
All we have left is blank stares.
They glide across our empty chests, like
an array of homeless swallows.
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Summer
Summer wades through you in the thick absence of cicadas.
Every shortened breath is an implosion of a lost thought. Or a fleeting desire of familiarity.
There’s no room for clear hiccups.
The crispness of scarce sounds festering in the lolling sun. & the sometimes rather ambitious mugginess.
But the sting never reaches your hollowed skin.
绿的舌尖 the hesitant heat.
Glances facing south. 不
断。
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Sight
Plop. (Yes I can
still see and my eyes
are supposed to be swimming i
n the dark but...) The day
is stroked back
into a blurred vision.
Longing for a structural
void. That scoops
a squiggle out of
an elongated stare. 秋
分 is a square depleted
of unconditional love.
Howls like an
absent owl.
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